Why tears were rolling down my eyes today

The former roommate in the desert decided he needed a therapy session today.

Guess who he woke up?

The discussion was the issue of seeing his ailing mother.  I told him he needs to do it while she is alive.

And that got me to thinking about my amate and how I would much rather remember the night he cried in my arms realizing how much I loved him than the funeral in which he was displayed in a casket.

That upset me.

I wish I could erase the memory of him, in a casket, wearing a cheap suit.

I'd rather remember the time I let him sleep over because his luck ran out and he needed a dry place to stay.

Or the time I made sure he was safe and sound the day he got very drunk after losing his immigration case.

Or the time he realized that I was fond of him when I told him I was going to get an International Driving Permit should I have to go to Guatemala to be with him.

Or the times he just listened to me when Rick had his first stroke.

Or the times he let me cuddle him because I needed a teddy bear to help me deal with Rick's stroke (he hated that sort of thing.)

Or the lullabys  he sang to me - especially, "Tu eres algo para siempre."

Yeah, I'd much rather remember that.